Sometimes when I want to reflectand ponder about life,I walk along the woodland trailthat runs behind my home.I raise my face and feelthe sprinkles of the sunstreaming through the treesand I listen.I listen for the heartbeatsthat surround me.The heartbeats of today,yesterday, the day before,even years past.I feel the rhythm of hearts beating,so mysteriously present,in the earth, the wind, the morning dew, in the red fox, the squirrel, the raccoon, the chattering chickadee,the doe and her fawn,the Native American Indian,the early settlers.I hear all the heartbeats pounding.I feel them in my soul.O the hopes and dreams that come from human hearts.And … Continue reading IF YOUR HEART IS BEATING, THERE’S STILL TIME FOR DREAMS